Nature Is Honest, We Aren't; We Embalm

Sisterly Love Is, Of All Sentiments, The Most Abstract. Nature Does Not Grant It Any Functions.

There Is Always A Certain Peace In Being What One Is, In Being That Completely.

This Free Will Business Is A Bit Terrifying Anyway. It's Almost Pleasanter To Obey, And Make The Most Of It.

It's Perfectly Obvious That Somebody's Responsible And Somebody's Innocent. Otherwise It [justice] Makes No Sense At All.

At Any Given Moment, I Open My Eyes And Exist.